Inspiration is an awakening, a quickening of all man's faculties, and it is manifested in all high artistic achievements.
Giacomo PucciniHow the stars shone.
How sweet the earth smelled.
The orchard gate creaked,
and a footstep pressed on the sand.
And she entered, fragrant as a flower, and fell into my arms.
Oh, sweet kisses, lingering caresses.
Slowly, trembling, I gazed upon her beauty.
Now my dream of true love is lost forever.
My last hour has flown, and I die, hopeless, and never have I loved life more.
Braveggia, urla! T'affretta a palesarmi il fondo dell'alma ria!''
''Shout, braggart! What a rush you're in to show me the last dregs of your vile soul!
Tag: pendergast
آن چیست که همچون آتش جرقه می زند و گرما می بخشد اما آتش نیست؟
**جاکومو پوچینی
اپرای توراندخت
Tag: fire
هر آنکس که نمی تواند با افتخار زندگی کند، با افتخار خواهد مرد
اپرای مادام باترفلای*
*جاکومو پوچّینی
Tag: opera
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